They Lied
May 15, 2006 by lorddeathchin
A letter in the pink envelope,
Came fluttering my way,
Heart pounding high and low,
Board smile side to side.
A hundred miles from home,
A heart made of stone,
No tears to shed,
No place like home.
The fire burning high,
Engulfing all in sight,
The fire burning low,
Little ambers along the trail.
High winds but little trees,
Seals the fate from within,
Even without rain or water,
No fire burns forever.
The fire puffed into smoke,
Replaced by wind and cold,
I stood here undecided,
Which way should I go.
A heart with no desire,
A heart with no will,
A heart with no purpose,
A heart without a soul.
I stand here waiting,
For time to pass me by,
A world of void,
Lived too long I must have.
The world rejoice at time,
I lament on why it never end,
A place with nothing left,
so i shall tell you this.
Bind by ever changing sight,
Eight is your delight,
Bind by never changing sight,
Eight is your demise.
~Drolh Tae Deht~
~Those who live may have already died~
